drabbles: 10000 BC, SN, Latter Days - PG

[tigriswolf]

 

Title: thy will be done

Fandom: 10,000 BC

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “The Lord’s Prayer”

Warnings: takes place early in the movie

Pairings: onesided Ka’Ren/D’Leh, D’Leh/Evolet

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 240

Point of view: third

 

 

                Ka’Ren had only ever wanted to be leader, to carry the White Spear, and he had trained hardest of all the young hunters. His only real competition had always been D’Leh, but D’Leh didn’t want to be leader; he only wanted Evolet.

                Ka’Ren cared nothing for the woman. She would come with the White Spear, but he would only do his duty by the clan, nothing more. Old Mother had explained her vision more than once, enough for every young hunter to understand.

                Ka’Ren had longed to ask if something was wrong inside him. What he desired… it could not help the clan in any way. But Old Mother would surely go to Tic’Tic, and Ka’Ren could not chance that.

                So he left his questions unasked, shoved his dreams and desires deep inside, and cultivated a rivalry with D’Leh, when what he truly wanted was what D’Leh had with Evolet. 

                Old Mother sometimes looked at him out the corner of her eye, then at D’Leh. Her lips would curve in an almost-smile. At those moments, he wanted to demand knowledge, to beg her to tell him if he was wrong or not.

                But finally the day came, when Tic’Tic would step down for a new leader. It was too late to ask Old Mother, too late to do anything but hunt.

                So he would do his best, same as he’d always done, and the Fathers would choose.

 

Title: no longer would I sing alone

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton

Warnings: spoilers for pilot

Pairings: mentions of Sam/Jessica

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 240

Point of view: third

Notes: um… yeah. I’d almost classify this as crack.

 

 

            A single candle can’t light up the whole world. Not even a wildfire can chase away all the shadows from the corners, where they breed evil and spawn more terror for Dean to fight. 

            Not that Dean thinks he’s all light and daises and sunrises. He knows that sometimes his darkness almost overwhelms his light, and those times are where he scares himself. He can be a downer, as many people have told him, always with the negativity and death. And that was when he decided to spend the rest of his life with a smile on his face, doing his best to shine a little more light.

            But then Sam left, and so did the light, and the smiles, and suddenly the sunrises weren’t as triumphant. 

            The darkness prowled close in his soul, and he fought harder, to keep himself from that edge where the light would be completely overwhelmed. 

 

            For four years he shone alone. His father barely registered in the light department, as opposed to his own flickering glow and Sam’s vibrant shine.

            For four years he wilted and faded, trying to do his best, but Dean was not made to shine alone. 

            For four years he waited.   He knew Sam would eventually return, he just didn’t know when.

            And now Sammy’s back, but his light has waned, darkened with sorrow and rage. But… Dean’s still glad, because any light from Sam is better than none at all.

 

 

 

Title: teach me to laugh and cry again

Fandom: Latter Days

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Anne Sexton

Warnings: spoilers for movie

Pairings: Christian/Aaron

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 115

Point of view: second

 

                He is the most perfect, beautiful ghost, looking beat-up and tired, and so good it’s better than you’ve ever imagined.

                Lila knows him, of course she does—she knows everybody. And he’s staring at you, looking so fragile you just want to wrap him up in your arms and protect him from everything forever. 

                I went by your place, he says, sounding bewildered.

                I sublet it, you reply, not what you meant to say at all, but then he’s in your arms and he’s there and he’s real and you’re not dreaming.

                You’re not dreaming. He’s real and he’s not dead, and he’s crying and you’re crying, and you’re never going to let him go.

 

 

 

Comments

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

no longer would I sing alone

And now Sammy’s back, but his light has waned, darkened with sorrow and rage. But… Dean’s still glad, because any light from Sam is better than none at all.

Oh, boys.

Good look at Dean struggling to carry on in Sam’s absence, and yeah, I see him taking comfort in Sam’s presence, even if Sam’s fairly tortured.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[redfirecracker.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I love your Latter Days snippets!!!!!

Ahem. *coughs* I may possibly be suffering from an excess of enthusiasm. Or caffeine. I'm not sure which.

But I still love those snippets! :D

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[wellew.livejournal.com]

"Dean was not made to shine alone."

I LOVE that line. Really nice.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

no longer would i sing alone

[irnan.livejournal.com]

How is this crack? It's heartbreaking.

Re: no longer would i sing alone

[tigriswolf]

To me, after I'd written it, it seemed syrupy and sugary, and just... I don't know.

But thank you!

[dolphinchic.livejournal.com]

I have been searching the internet for Christian/Aaron fanfic so thank you for providing.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!